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“Yeah,” I replied, feeling exceptionally lame as I did. “I think I’d like that too.”
He only paused a moment, searching my eyes for something. I guess he found it, because he dropped his head and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed at the warmth, his full lips feeling lush and firm at the same time, and when he ran his tongue across the seam of my mouth, I opened for him gladly, welcoming him in as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Stone took control of the kiss, his hand finding its way back into my hair and holding my head at the angle he liked best. His other hand snaked down my spine, his hand once again landing on my ass. His squeeze was not quite as gentle this time, practically lifting me off the ground as he pressed my body against his, and I couldn't help but notice the tell-tale bulge prodding me in the stomach. Just the thought of it sent shivers across my whole body, and I moaned at the thought of where this kiss could take us.
Stone seemed just as happy as I was to continue exactly as we were, but a shrill whistle from a passing group snapped us from the fog of lust we both seemed to have fallen into. I pulled back, dropping my hands down his shoulders and resting them on those sexy forearms I had admired earlier, the light dusting of hair tickling my palms. Stone drew back as well, but refused to let go of my ass.
“Come on, Blondie,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple as he used the hand on my behind to guide me further along the walkway. We made our way across the street and found ourselves standing in front of the Bellagio Fountains. We had watched several performances during our dinner, but they were set to music, and we hadn’t been able to hear it from our table. I was excited for the next show to start.
I walked along beside Stone, my arm wrapped around his waist, his hand still firmly on my butt, as he guided us down the street. The crowd was thick, with tons of people pressed against the granite railings, vying for position to view the show. Stone finally found a spot he was happy with, a little alcove where the railing bowed in toward the water and had a large tree standing near the sidewalk. Positioning himself against the metal ring protecting the tree, he pulled me against him, nestling me against his still hard erection.
“Won’t be long now,” he whispered, his quiet words sending goosebumps down my arms. “The good part will start soon.” Again, I couldn’t help but read deeper into his words. He surprised me once more as he dropped one hand to the hem of my dress, trailing his fingers up my thigh lightly. I leaned back against his chest, weaving my fingers with his where his other hand caged me in at my belly. The people crowded in around us, all looking out over the dark water. We were lost at the back of the crowd and hidden in the shadow under the tree.
The hum of chatter around us grew to an excited buzz as the bell tower on the hotel began to chime the hour, and a sound like thunder came from the lake in front of us. Without warning, columns of water shot into the air, reaching into the night sky like cannon fire, as the opening strands of “Fly me to the Moon” by Frank Sinatra began to play from speakers all around. People everywhere gasped as the water jets began to dance in time with the song, lights below the surface accompanying each note of music.
I gasped as Stone slid his hand farther under my dress, his fingertips dancing along my inner thigh, feeling like lightning at every point he touched and creating static in my brain. His lips dropped to my shoulder, pressing kisses along the sensitive column of my neck and up behind my ear, their warmth working counterpoint to the chills his touch was causing. I squeezed his hand, looking around wildly for fear that someone would see, but every single person was focused on the water show. Every one, that was, except Stone, who was solely focused on me.
“Fuck, Penelope, you just smell so good,” he whispered in my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting lightly. I rolled my head to the side, giving him more access, and he growled in response, the sound sending shivers down my spine. He continued to press kisses on my sensitive flesh, the warm heat of his lips feeling exquisite against my neck, all the while his fingers were creeping toward their goal. Stone hummed his approval as he brushed his knuckles across the already damp fabric of my panties. I moaned, shamelessly widening my stance to give him space, and he didn't hesitate. Slipping his fingers under the delicate lace of my underwear, he began to work me in time to the music, his fingers spreading my own moisture around and bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
As Frank crooned and the fountains danced, Stone worked his magic on my clit, his mouth on my neck playing back up to the main event that was his incredible fingers. I lost track of the moment, forgetting the crowd around us, and just let Stone take me higher, grinding my ass into his ever-growing erection as he did so.
The song approached its crescendo and Stone took his cue, thrusting two fingers inside me as the trumpets filled the air. My cry was lost as the water again boomed in time with the song, Stone holding me tight when my legs turned to jelly. When the show came to an end, Stone brought me down gently, working me through the orgasm and then he discretely slid my panties back in place before removing his hand from beneath my dress. As the crowd cheered the end of the performance my face was red in the dark as I realized just how exposed we actually had been.
But that only made the whole thing hotter.
I took a few deep breaths as Stone turned me towards him and wrapped me tightly in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of my head.
After a moment, he took my hand and simply said, “Come on, Blondie. Let’s go home.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Penelope
I stared at my laptop screen, trying to focus on the email I was composing, but it was difficult. My mind kept wandering back to my date - yes, I guess it was officially a date now - with Stone.
And how things had completely changed in the span of half a day.
After our little bout of exhibitionism, Stone had walked me back to theParis Hotel, holding my hand the whole way, and retrieved the car from the valet. Driving back to Summerlin, his hand casually resting on my thigh, Stone and I talked about music as he used the steering wheel controls to flip stations on the satellite radio. It was a short drive, but we finally settled on some 90s alternative when we stumbled on anEverclearsong we both liked.
Stone had parked the car in the garage, escorted me inside, walked me to my room, placed a sweet kiss on my lips, and wished me good night.
At which point I began to completely freak out.
What the hell was I doing?
There was no world where this situation was a good one, for so many reasons, not the least of which was that Stone Pennington was my boss, in every sense of the word. Not only was it inappropriate from a professional standpoint, but I was here to work, to achieve something specific for myself and my mother. I couldn’t afford to muck it all up, no matter how handsome Stone was, or how incredible his kisses were.
I barely slept, running through every worst-case scenario my over-active brain could possibly concoct. By the time the sun started creeping in the window, I was certain that this whole experience was a one-time thing, and that ignoring it was the best choice. I would simply pretend that the entire thing had never happened and Stone and I would go on as we had for the last month; with thinly veiled contempt.
Except, I didn’t feel contempt towards him anymore. At all.
And that was the scariest part.
I hadn’t dated a ton of guys, and any that I had spent time with had always been of the causal sort. And that was by design. I was not the type of girl who wanted emotions and commitment andfeelings.
Feelings were dangerous. Feelings were how you got hurt. Feelings were what happened when you made room for someone in your heart, in your very soul and when they were ripped from your life and you had nothing left to fill the gaping hole that remained.
Feelings were to be avoided at all costs.
So, after I had showered and dressed, I prepared to make my way to work as I had for the last several weeks; in an Uber. Alone.
